The average inmate in California's Department of Corrections & Rehabilitation costs taxpayers, on average, tens of thousands of dollars a year. They pay no utilities, pay no rent, get free medical and mental health insurance, and have armies of lawyers always looking to help them file the next lawsuit (California has deep pockets after all).
Houses, Churches & Graveyards examines, in part, this dynamic. Society gives and gives and gives to the inmate population, but it's never enough. Costs are already unbearably high, yet still the system and its inmates hunger for more.
This gnawing hunger for more, like an unrelenting and unreachable itch, has affected the inmate population in the strangest of ways. Their insatiable hunger for more from taxpayers leads to a desperate hunger to consume taxpayer flesh. The era of the inmate/zombie-pocolypse has begun. The prison cannot contain this manifestation much like society can no longer bear the heavy cost of inmates.
The first few hours of the cataclysm watch society and security in San Diego, and other California prison cities, crumble. In the midst of the crisis one man looks to help a small band of survivors until they are reached by military. Only one problem with this enigmatic man... he has a very deep hunger of his own related to the cycle of the moon.